Kill!
The roars were relentless!
Over a thousand Silver Armor Guards unleashed a bloody slaughter.
Form ranks, counterattack!
Wu Chen shouted in furious rage.
But the tide of battle was no longer under his control.
The intrusion of the thousand Silver Armor Guards was like a sharp dagger, tearing open their formation.
A group of battered soldiers was simply no match for these Silver Armor Guards who had been waiting for their chance.
Seeing the situation was lost, Xing Yunhai said gravely: "How long until our outside reinforcements arrive?"
Xu Kang replied slowly: "It's already too late."
Murong Qinghong stared at him coldly, stepping forward slowly, and declared arrogantly: "Xing Yunhai, you have lost!"
Lost?
Xing Yunhai grinned, revealing a hint of madness: "Murong Qinghong, have you truly won by destroying the Heavenly Palace like this just to kill me?"
Murong Qinghong said calmly: "I don't think that far ahead. If I can't deal with the immediate threat that is you, there's no point in thinking long-term!"
Xing Yunhai watched the slaughter on the battlefield, his smile growing increasingly ferocious: "You witch, ha, truly ruthless and cruel. But this time, let's see if you can still bring yourself to do it!"
Faintly, Murong Qinghong felt an ominous premonition. She narrowed her eyes and said coldly: "What do you mean!"
Xing Yunhai revealed a strange expression and clapped his hands.
From the rear, several dozen martial artists, appearing to strain with effort, pushed out a massive pillory!
Inside the pillory was a tall, long-haired man, entangled in chains and heavily restrained.
Array formations, seals, torture devices...
As if fearing he might break free, they used every method to bind him.
"Husband..."
Seeing the man confined in the pillory, Murong Qinghong's eyes turned icy cold: "Xing Yunhai, what are you doing! He is your own elder brother!"
"What does being an elder brother matter? Didn't someone still kill her own younger brother! Slaughtered her own family!"
Xing Yunhai said with a mocking smile.
Murong Qinghong looked at Xing Yunjun, covered in wounds, her body trembling.
She never expected that the missing Xing Yunjun had fallen into their hands.
"Order the Silver Armor Guards to withdraw from the Floating Island!" Xing Yunhai said coldly.
"Wishful thinking!"
Murong Qinghong's phoenix eyes were icy.
Sslash!
A sinister look crossed Xing Yunhai's plump face as he swung a golden blade, hacking it fiercely into Xing Yunjun's shoulder.
Blood gushed forth!
Roar!
Xing Yunjun, unable to move, could only let out a beast-like roar.
His bones and sinews had been cultivated to a terrifying level, but Xing Yunhai was at the Heavenly Gang stage.
This single slash cut deep to the bone, and blood dripped onto the torture device.
Murong Qinghong gritted her teeth, her eyes filled with hatred!
Xing Yunhai showed a ferocious cold smile. His blade did not stop but continued slicing downward.
In an instant, Xing Yunjun let out a shrill, miserable scream, struggling incessantly, causing the massive pillory to shake violently.
His chest was brutally split open by the golden blade, blood spraying out!
"Stop!"
Murong Qinghong could no longer control herself, screaming out in anguish.
"Will you withdraw your troops or not?"
Xing Yunhai's blade rested against the back of Xing Yunjun's neck, bloodthirsty and insane.
There was no doubt that next, he would use this blade to behead Xing Yunjun.
Murong Qinghong's breathing grew rapid. She closed her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks.
She clearly understood that withdrawing the troops meant everything was over.
But she could not bear to see the one she loved deeply suffer.
Murong Qinghong said through gritted teeth: "Xing Yunhai, I ask you, if I withdraw the troops, will you spare my husband's life?"
"Of course I will spare him. He is my own elder brother! I wouldn't lay hands on my own brother unless absolutely necessary."
Xing Yunhai said leisurely.
"Fine, I agree!"
Murong Qinghong said solemnly: "Silver Armor Guards, heed my command! Evacuate the Floating Island!"
"Palace Master, you must not!"
Many Silver Armor Guards were wide-eyed with fury, loudly urging against it!
They had victory within their grasp and could completely crush these rebels!
"This is an order! Those who disobey will be executed!"
Murong Qinghong said icily.
The thousand Silver Armor Guards all ceased their attacks, looking at that woman in disbelief.
Their hearts felt as if pierced by a cold wind.
For the sake of a man, to hand over everything, what did she take them for!
How could such a Palace Master be worthy of their support!
Clatter!
One, two, three...
More and more Silver Armor Guards, hearts turned to ashes, discarded their weapons and chose to leave.
One after another, the thousand Silver Armor Guards all evacuated the Heavenly Palace.
Murong Qinghong smiled bitterly.
Everything was over!
At that moment, Xing Yunhai swung his golden blade, sending a blade of energy attacking toward her!
Murong Qinghong, looking at the axe blade suspended above Xing Yunjun's head, her face ashen, did not dodge and was struck by the blade energy.
Slash!
Blood splattered, soaking through her light armor.
Murong Qinghong's chest was pierced by the blade energy. In pain, she knelt on the ground, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.
Seeing this, Xu Kang closed his eyes slightly.
He truly never expected that this woman, always calm and ruthless, could be so foolish!
Murong Qinghong clutched her wound, looking at Xing Yunhai: "Release my husband!"
"Release?"
Xing Yunhai grinned, laughing heartily: "Ha ha ha! What a powerless woman! I truly never thought you would actually concede defeat for his sake!"
"You lied to me!"
Murong Qinghong's eyes stared coldly at him.
Slash!
Two flashes of golden light!
Murong Qinghong let out a shrill scream. Her eyes were pierced by the golden light, leaving two trails of blood on her face.
"Don't look at me with those eyes!"
Xing Yunhai revealed a ferocious smile, golden spiritual energy swirling in his palm.
Now, the Silver Armor Guards had withdrawn.
Murong Qinghong was severely wounded.
He had won!
Looking at Murong Qinghong's miserable state, Xu Kang could not bear to watch and said quietly: "Kill her, to avoid complications!"
"No! I want to torture her slowly! I want to torment her to death!"
Xing Yunhai's tone was sinister as he spoke slowly.
"Amitabha, mercy, mercy!"
Wu Chen, holding a Buddhist salute, walked slowly to stand before Xing Yunhai and congratulated him: "Wu Chen pays his respects to the Palace Master!"
"Pay respects to the Palace Master!"
Thousands of martial artists bowed in unison, their rolling sound waves deafening.
Xing Yunhai closed his eyes as if intoxicated, a smile spreading across his face: "Comfortable! Ha ha ha, comfortable!"
After lying low for twenty years, the Heavenly Palace was finally his!
Just then, the sounds of slaughter rang out from the distance.
Xing Yunhai opened his eyes and was shocked to find crowds of people below the Floating Island surging up via the celestial bridges.
"What is going on!"
Xing Yunhai demanded angrily.
Wu Chen's pupils flashed with golden light, his expression grim: "It's... it's the Bai family, the Hua family... the rest are unclear!"
"Those are people from the Qi Control Sect!"
Xu Kang, knowledgeable and experienced, glanced over and said with a sigh.
He recognized the middle-aged man carrying the erguotou liquor.
The Sect Master of the Qi Control Sect, Cheng Yuanfeng!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
